A Pinch Of Vermilion

The brides creep

Into the dark labyrinth.

To feed on my roses.

Devour the concealed

Petals of white within.

Turn me an imbecile

But stumble upon

The fire flies rendezvousing.

Get caressed by the 

Seductive cloth of silk.

They shall find me

Nowhere, but in

The abyss of your night.

Beneath the wafting

The scent of jasmines.

And the tint of red

Adorning your temples.

That blossom on my touch.

They save me from 

Those hungry demons.